Bellakita Lyrics English Translation by Natanael Cano
Nobody can take away her urge to dance
A little wild one since she was young
Saturday all out and Sunday she goes to mass
In high school she was already a hot one
I’m her crazy, she’s my little crazy
Keep the party going, don’t let it stop, let it last
I got the pack for whatever you need
In Miami, in L.A., get dressed
You already know we party in style
Nobody can take away her urge to dance
A little wild one since she was young, and she’s gonna let loose
Saturday all out and Sunday she goes to mass
In high school she was already a little crazy
Nobody can stop her now, since her heart got broken, it’s not the same
With whoever she wants, she goes to party, she’s gonna have fun
Mine with a short neckline
Don’t let the little skirt be missing
She likes the lazy cholos, you can tell
That’s why I always carry two short ones on my belt
Tucked in the streets, tucked in the club, and she carries
She gets wild and the 9 shows
Pants sagging, of course
‘Cause both Glocks carry good weight
I like when she hugs me and feels the steel
The dead pool, the boss’s on the steel
I like when she dances for me
When we’re in bed, she doesn’t leave
Put a tube in the room and throw stacks of hundreds
And she says, “Make it rain,” and feels like Romi Rain
Nobody can take away her urge to dance
A little wild one since she was young
Saturday all out and Sunday she goes to mass
In high school she was already a hot one
I’m her crazy, she’s my little crazy
Keep the party going, don’t let it stop, let it last
I got the pack for whatever you need
In Miami, in L.A., get dressed
Nobody can take away her urge to dance
A little wild one since she was young
Saturday all out and Sunday she goes to mass
In high school she was already a hot one
She doesn’t hit the brakes, addicted to the good life
Takes off her Brunello, black is her hair
She rolls her own weed
Pepper spray and the pistol too
Bad habits, baby doesn’t ask for roses anymore
Now her crazy doesn’t think about other things
Cars, diamonds, she wants surgeries
A gold Cartier, ranches, and mansions
In front of your dude, you know I’ll throw the saber
If you’re with me, I don’t like him talking to you
You come with me to the room if your phone needs a charger
What you and I have will always be enviable
And between every beat, bad boys send bottles
But she doesn’t accept ‘cause she pays for her own
She loves guns, the girl’s got her prints
A bad influencer who’s not like them
Nobody can take away her urge to dance
A little wild one since she was young
Saturday all out and Sunday she goes to mass
In high school she was already a hot one
I’m her crazy, she’s my little crazy
Keep the party going, don’t let it stop, let it last
I got the pack for whatever you need
In Miami, in L.A., get dressed
Nobody can take away her urge to dance, compa Nata’
We’re outta here
Your boy Victor Mendivil
Pure Ri-, pure Rico o Muerto, let’s go